Killing the Mood (or People)
Aang arrived at the house in minutes. He was thrilled to be doing something different with his friends for a change. It got to be quite boring working on his firebending day after day and Zuko could be such a taskmaster! If he ever did another hot squat... He was so happy he decided to invite his two favorite sifus to dinner since they were stuck at the house.
As he approached, the beach bungalow was eerily quiet. Where were Katara and Zuko? Did they leave? He wondered. Aang stepped up to the front door in just enough time to hear groaning wafting through an upstairs window. What was that? A moment later he heard a sharp keening cry. That was Katara! What was going on?
Aang burst through the house door and ran up the stairs leading to the hall of bedrooms. He made a beeline for Zuko's room and swung his arm pushing the door in and off its hinges with his bending. Katara screamed at the sudden intrusion pulling Zuko's comforter up over herself while Zuko stood up with hands flaming to fight…in his birthday suit.
When he realized it was Aang, Zuko quickly extinguished the fires in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair sighing.
"What the hell, Aang? You're supposed to be with Toph, Suki and Sokka!" he chided. Aang was too stunned to speak. He eyed the pair noticing that Zuko wasn't the only one naked.
This is why they were left behind? So, they could… Katara wouldn't even let me kiss her and they're making babies together? That's the only thing the Monks said that activity was good for. Katara is supposed to make babies for me! he fumed.
"You…" he said pointing to Zuko. "What are you doing with my Katara!?" he said as his eyes glowed brilliant sky blue. Oh no. No, no, no… Zuko's eyes widened and before he could pick up his discarded clothing so he could at least wear pants in an unfair fight, Aang used the water from Zuko's bathroom faucets to bring in a flood and sweep the prince into a full-length mirror leaning up against the side of his wardrobe.
He crashed into the glass shattering it into a million pieces. Zuko groaned in agony at the biting shards cutting into his skin. He decided now was not a good time to remind Aang that Katara didn't belong to him or anyone. Zuko hoped he could just ride out the storm until Katara got him to calm down, but Aang was no longer worried about the sacredness of life. Zuko was a dead man.
He gathered up the water in the room and froze Zuko in a block of ice and shredded glass. Katara stared helplessly at Zuko in horror knowing for once Zuko was right; she definitely should have had a talk with Aang sooner.